Rhapsodic Spice Level Novels & Stories

His thumbs are running up and down to caress her red cheeks . " You know what ... When you eat that spicy food .. you became mad crazy when your mouth was on fire , in burning pain ... And you need water and when I was taking it away you fought back and wouldn't let me to take it away from you .. And now you're good why because of this sweet honey . .. Same thing .. Parth was also became crazy when he got to know that his rooh has ranaway .. If Parth is a burning fire then rooh is a honey for him to get ease ..

I said, slipping away before the air actually caught fire. Because whatever that was… It was a whole lot of spice, and I gotta make sure no one..well except me hears it.

The first sip burned, tangy and sweet all at once. “Ugh,” I said, grimacing. “How do people pretend this tastes good?” “It’s an acquired taste,” she said, trying not to laugh as she coughed after her own sip. “Apparently, we’re not sophisticated enough.” Ten minutes later, we were giggling like idiots. Aisha’s playlist hummed softly from my mini speaker — soft pop, all nostalgic choruses and dreamy beats. “Okay,” she said suddenly, grabbing a comb. “Sit.” “What?”

What if she’d somehow ended up in this very mall, wandering the same halls? “Alpha Rune, are you even listening?” Lila’s voice cut through my thoughts again, sharper this time. I looked down at her, realizing she’d been talking, probably for a while now. “Sorry. What did you say?” She huffed, clearly frustrated. “I was saying, this vendor here has the best herbs and spices. The pack deserves quality ingredients, don’t you think?” I nodded, mostly just to keep her moving. “Yes, sure. Quality is important.”

I went straight for what I was granted access to. “D.. don't, p…please.” She inhaled sharply, her voice was shaky, but she wasn't pushing me off; her fingers dug into the skin of my arms. I couldn't resist indulging myself in this; I've longed to try something mischievous with her, but I've always ignored that thought to focus on getting back home first; maybe I would come back to just try to have some. I darted my tongue out and licked her bottom lip. She tasted like a foreign spice, which they used in their present time. It tasted nice and I wouldn't mind drowning in it even if the spice could kill me.

She was brewing Jasmine tea in our kitchen like it could fix all troubles in my little world. She used to cool the cup with two spoons of honey. “Sip, little dumpling,” she’d murmur, and my name in her mouth made me feel invincible. The tea was honey-sweet, with a bitterness that only arrived after the second spoon. I thought that was what love tasted like—warm up front, bitter sweet in the afterthought. Years later the bitterness got a diploma and a label: tincture, solution, microdose. But back then it was just a flavor that made me stronger in all the ways I couldn’t name.

Jake was staring at the ceiling while processing his mind-blowing experience, hoping that he will never forget the feeling of Laura's mouth and tongue, and the way she used those to suck him off. It was beyond amazing, and he wished it would repeat a million times over. He turned to look at the dark-haired beauty by his side. His mate. His everything. Laura smiled mischievously and smacked her lips. "Spices." Jake didn't get it. "What?" "You smell and taste the spices." "Do you like spices? Jake asked apprehensively. Was she telling him that she dislikes his taste? Does that mean what just happened won't happen again? He was still hard and ready!

His sharp gaze penetrated illusions and fell on the top of the Enchanted Peak. Heath's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw the Clear Spirit Pills that underwent tribulation, and he exclaimed in astonishment, "Are these eighth-grade alchemical pills? Has Severin advanced to become an eighth-grade alchemist?" As a ninth-grade alchemist, he could tell that the quality of these Clear Spirit Pills was extremely extraordinary, even though they only reached the level of eighth-grade primary alchemical pills. However, they were all perfected with all impurities removed, leaving only the most essential medicinal properties.

When Caspian returned to the boiling water, the spiritual Qi put the fish slices to his mouth. The whole process happened in the blink of an eye. And the fish slices were exactly seventy percent cooked, soft and smooth, and they tasted the best. He took a small bite, and instantly, an extremely delicious taste, like ice and fire, bloomed on the tip of his tongue. He felt extremely comfortable and ran straight from the tailbone to the crown. Caspian let out a sigh of relief and looked at the male cultivator who had advanced to the male cultivator at the second stage of Heavenly Spirit Realm.